Ooc: No, not intentionally ^^ I was expecting Ansem to do something, anyway '>.> "Well then... It wouldn't matter... If he did or not, he still would not be remembered. It is the result of time travel, I think. And no, I'm just tired. When i do get up, I'll be going elsewhere, or maybe with you... I don't know." He Stared at his katana as he spoke, visibly in deep thought.
Ooc: Very good to hear you're staying ^^ Seras flitted in his dark cocoon. Inside, it was bigger... It was... Vast. He flew about, resting. His demon form was covered with electricity, as if being chained to the Darkness. The cold Darkness caressed Seras, rocking him to and fro, filling his thoughts with sentient images of... What? Desires? Maybe. Seras didn't know. He felt powerful, but he sensed a padlock was locking his full potential. He often wondered where the key was. It was somewhere, anywhere. But where? In the vast sea of Darkness, Sera dreamt. But no dream of his held the answer, only the same results of before and after he got this... Key? Yes, a key... A key that flushed the world in darkness... But emotions? Those, too, were already flushed out... were they? He continued to sleep and dream, his cocoon ascending to the ceiling.
Leon felt dizzy, weak. "In the past, he'll be remembered by you guys... but in the future... His friends... His family... Everyone, will forget him..." Leon responded lazily. He crawled to the tree, breathing harder and harder. Although he lost half, maybe a little more, of his life-force, he was still weak. "And you, what battle? I don't know jack of what you're talking about. I am out of the loop (obviously). So, I'll lie here and rest," He spoke to Tace, then a smile appearing on his pallid lips "And maybe I might turn to stone while I do so." He joked.
"Evil... Evil can never succumb to your needs." Sessamaru spoke, reminiscing as he did so. He then turned to Aveum, "It is never easy, Aveum," he replied honestly, a grin appearing under the mask he wore. He walked towards the fallen rags, where he found his over sized pack, which, on top, stood the ivory mask he wore. He picked up the ivory mask, scanning its plain surface. "The Whispering Mask..." He whispered under his breath. The mask was angular and had no nose nor mouth, only eye sockets. The Chaos Strings that bound it were unbreakable, and the magical properties gave it life. He felt the pulse, and suddenly wrapped the string, which became longer, and fitted it on his shoulder, as if using it as a guard.
With small effort, he raised his left hand, summoning a blade of water. The blade cut the other half into fourths, a windblade following as the water blade fell and the two new halves passed his slender body, his black zanbatou half wedged into the ground. "Then kill me..." Cyanus dared.
With a shrug, Sessamaru opened his palm, having a seed appear in his hand. "Plant this, his friend... An alavera seed. A gift to you..." He whispered, his musical voice a symphony in the darkness. He handed the seed to Cina, turned, then swung his arm around his body. A vacuum-like gust acted up, then dissipating just as quickly as it had come. A black cloak hung about his body, the collar lifted high, buckling to hide the lower half of his face, as a long hood came down, hiding the rest of his face in shadow. "A pacafist?" he suddenly asked, his voice more warm and kind. "If you wish to remain a pacafist, then you must fight one FINAL battle... Or a war... This one does not yet know..." He spoke, his voice somber, but still full of warmth. "Fight... then no more Shadows... no more falling gods... Eternal peace for this generation..." He turned, staring at the leather straps upon Cina's arm. "Stop this damnation, then all will be saved... He promises you that..."
Cyanus just stood where he was, unaffected by the speed. Bored, he swung Dragonkin, the large black blade cutting the carasel in half before it began a its first cycle. "I might as well fight them if you're no more than a child..." He spoke harshly, tired of this game.
With a gentle leap, the whirlwind was around his legs, carrying him towards the carasel. As he landed upon the carasel, he slammed the blade to his side, the wind around him becoming more harsher, sharper. It was almost like it was trying to tear you apart with multitudes of needles. The Long Bow Effect, Cyanus referred to it as, for if he raised the energy of the wind higher, the needle-like windblades would act like arrows released from a long bow. It would tear you apart, one-by-one with great force. "Enjoy this multitude of power?" He asked, his visage grim and uncaring.
Testuya woke up, having very little rest. He went into the Cobalt Assassin's village, his hands clutching the dai-katana, which was oddly light for a two handed sword. To Testuya, it was a long-ranged one-handed blade. He made sure it was in check, his cloak hiding his figure perfectly well, hiding the movement greatly. He clutched the hilt tightly as he stood in the center of the town, his watery blue eyes hidden under his cowl. He thought he heard fighting from within a building. He ran towards the building, jumping high, then ricocheting off building after building, untill he reached the place where he heard the fighting. He clung to the side, listening intently. Such as the way of the stealth ninja.
Seras slept, his demon form taking control of his charcter. He levitated as he slept, a dark cocoon hiding his body as he did so.
Ooc: Uramasses flew out of the shrine after recovering his original items and wares. As he did, Aveum set Uramasses up for "Rezuken", Sessamaru's favourite sword technique (Look! Everyone is learning something new! :O ), which beat down Messarasu, Sessamaru's Shadow. While in the middle of Rezuken, due to the intense speed, the magical mask and the rags and bag of Uramasses fell off, revealing Sessamaru. Sessamaru fought Messarasu, then banishing her with the gleaming, godlight of Lumia, the crystal schamshir. Messarasu then swore revenge as she faded into black vapour. An impure female soul, btw, took Sessamaru's outline (shadow... thus their name), thus giving a 100% of an inverted reflection. Anyway, is there anything you think you missed?
Leon ran through, having followed them, even with his confusion. He shoved Tace to the side. "Keep back, now!" He ordered, his katana flipping to over Trace's head. I hate jumping through trees... He thought grotesquely, the katana's edges dented and covered with vines. He rubbed his hands together, his own lifeforce salting itself into Katie's chest. He felt weaker each time his hands made friction between each other, but he felt more determined. "I heard that you weren't of use, you stubborn man. But, even if they attempted, and even knew how to stop this 'Vad', they would need you to help them." His eyes were half closed. "And if I could guess... If you died back here, you'd be forgotten in the Future. Sad to say, I really don't know anything about time travel..." his hands were slowing down, but he didn't stop. He became pale and fragile, his lips the colour of ash. He finally stopped, but not because he was dead, but because he place his palms on Katie's chest, relieving the rest of his life-force. "Hell... I... Really... Have no... Idea... on... what to do... Now..." he spoke weakly, falling to the side, hoping his attempt to bring Katie back wasn't in vain. He fell back into darkness, reliving his life in memory before he died. He rasped for every breath forcefully. Ooc: I hope it was alright to do that. I'm mostly at a loss and all...
Ooc: Eh, I'm having great trouble following. Although, I don't really see why he MUST change his character's power... Eh, but I'm not really in this... Now since Varnor is back on, he can finally do something to stop my "Fillers" for Seras x.x The flaming, golden halls were glaring into weary Seras's eyes, making him squint, bumping into many things along the corridors. With another great, exhausted shout, he cried "New Lord!" He hoped he could find the "New Lord" before he fainted of exhaustion...
Ooc: Lol, thanks, Chervalier. I am glad you're enjoying this RP ^^ He nodded, his glowig green eyes shining brightly. "What of you?" He asked.
Ooc: Alright, from top to bottom... A Halo of Clouds are acting like a gateway to bring forth a fallen god, meanwhile, Uramasses (soon to be revealed as Sessamaru, the reincarnate of Gilgamesh, Banisher of Ragnarok) and Aveum hunt for Heroes to join in a quest to save the world from total destruction. The first to join the group, was Blade, then afterwards, the have Cina joining them (or about to join them). They were attacked by Shadows, impure souls who steal the outline of others to take shape. Sessamaru, long ago, had his outline (shadow) stolen by a power soul, thus reflecting to be him in female form. An invert reflection, to say the least. Sessamaru banished her, who then spoke to have vengeance. I think that's about it... I might've left out a detail or two, but you get the idea (and a bonus bit of info that I forgot to mention beforehand).
There he stood, outside the Cobalt Assassin's giant gateway to the village. He shook his head, back against the wall, and sat down, dozing off in the sun's bright rays, his cloak hiding his pale figure. I shall not return to my village... unless... He fell asleep before he could finish. Tired and exhausted, he doubled his walk from 10 miles, to 20 miles this day. He deserved rest.
With quick accuracy, Sessamaru, parried the black flames to the side, extinguishing them immediately. He lunged forward, spinning within his own lightning-quick movement, destroying the smoke figures, blowing an opening through the flame wall, in which he landed, crouched, then lunged again, blades sliding atop on another, dancing about the air as he thrusted and swiped with each blade. The Shadow dodged the black bladed thrust, but got hit against her chest by an incoherent light of Lumia, blasting her to the side. The Shadow arose after her fall, breathing heavily, turning to black vapour. "We shall... Meet again... Sessamaru..." she choked, disappearing completely, along with the remnants of Shadows. Sessamaru turned around, his cowl flipping back, then the cloak fell apart, torn to ribbons. Wounds were visible across his figure, the tight black leather becoming alive in a strange black goop, dancing like snakes. He coughed heavily, blood escaping his obsidian lips as the mask retracted to the collar. "Rezuken... So powerful... It's his favourite..." He whispered, hacking up blood in between woords. He rose gently, sliding the two swords into their scabbards. "Two days... 'Tis Midnight." He turned around, the leather armour repairing itself. The cloak magically burned itself away.
Ooc: Awesome, thanks. Bic: Mizu Tetsuya wandered the roads of the countryside, a lone figure of the Black Sakura Clan. A year has passed since his father died, and many months have passed since he left his village for a salvation, a purpose for a stealth ninja. Stealth Ninja clans such as the Black Sakura clan were repungnant to many other villages, thus shunned by other shinobi clans. Tetsuya sighed as he spun his dai-katana, Yami Sakura, about, windmilling down the tall grass to his side. The road, dirt-filled, seemed empty of any organisms besides plants. He resheathed his blade, and continued to walk, searching for a place to rest.
Name - Mizu Tetsuya Age - 19 Appearance - Type of Ninja - Stealth Clan - Black Sakura Clan (Leader) Bio - Prodigy of the Black Sakura Clan, Tetsuya took up the Clan as his father, Master Mizu Katana (Water Blade in japanese), died a premature death from a rare disease. As hier to the clan, the young, vibrant assassin walks about, neglecting his duties as a mercenary. He mysteriously hides under the cowl of his cloak, keeping his features in shadow. As all assassins are to be.
OOC: Oh? Sessamaru charged in, swiping his blades from bottom-to-top, forcing the spinning, skewering blades high and higher. Eventually, he spun to the left, feinted, then spun farther to the right as two blades came crashing down. Shadowbane and Lumia, alit with its enchanting light, cut deeply into the shadow, who flew away, spinning, by the force. The Shadow stuck the landing, her feet flawlessly touching the ground with great silence, her knees bent in a crouch, the blades flipped upside down as she cocked her arms back. She ran forward, swiping at Sessamaru, who parried the blows, but unable to find a defense. He backstepped, ducked beneath the simultaneous swing, and jutted an uppercut with the hilt of Lumia, making the Shadow leave the ground by the sudden force, her chin up. She fell farther away soon after. A chant left her lips, a flaming wall between her, Sessamaru, and Aveum. The flames became black and purple, changing into hideous shapes. The wall, still aflame as the shapes moved forward, made of smoke. Cold, black flaming balls were launched as the smoking shapes moved forward.
